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Letra Exile de Ann Hell

Exile

The long line of loosers
move slowly across the dusty road
carrying over their shoulders
the sorrow of a thousand years
What is our unforgivable sin?

They ask to their god
their empty hands and bitter hearts
up to the sky
like dead beings they still sail
and the sea is their blood
and the sand is their flesh
forgotten
 
 

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